If I crossed your path again,
In the corner of some rainy cafe,
Would you turn your eyes away,
Or smile at me the way you did back then?
If I brushed your coat in passing by,
Would you catch a flicker in your eye?
Would you hear my name inside the breeze,
Or let it fade like memories?
Would you still hold me,
Or would you just fold me away?
Would you still know me,
Or leave me like the words we couldn’t say?
If I found my way back to you,
Would you still hold me, after all?
The years are long, the streets are cold,
But some old fires don’t grow old,
I wonder if your hands would stay
Or slip like time and drift away.
Would you still hold me,
Or would you just fold me away?
Would you still know me,
Or leave me like the words we couldn’t say?
If I found my way back to you,
Would you still hold me, after all?
Would you still hold me,
Or would you just fold me away?
Would you still know me,
Or leave me like the words we couldn’t say?
If I found my way back to you,
Would you still hold me, after all?